Happy Birthday (a bit belated)

And lots of Yea’s! to ‘ole Soren. What a man. As a child I fell in love with him, in truth more with the picture than the self of him. He of the punk hairdo. And he was not as difficult to read

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and understand as many others in the philosophical land mine. (Probably the strongest appeal to me then.) And he was quick to paint pictures with quotable aphorisms. In fact, he and Nietzsche quite accurately duel for title as the most quotable of philosophers. Dueling aphorists we might say. And equally sure am I that neither would be interested in any award. Kirk died young at 42. He lived 5/5/1830 to 11/11/1855.

Fritz (Nietzsche) on the other hand, lived longer than Kirk, and his lifetime crossed over that of Kirk’s. Nietzsche lived 10/15/1844, to 8/25/1900, finishing out his ending years in the lunatic asylum. It’s he who said the often quoted, “If you stare into the abyss long enough the abyss will stare back.” Now it just dawned on me—that is the sad truth of exactly what happened to him.

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Meaning

Søren Aabye Kierkegaard—love like all knowledge is recollection.
Where am I? What does it mean to say: the world? What is the meaning of that word? Who tricked me into this whole thing and leaves me standing here? Who am I? How did I get into the world? Why was I not asked about it, why was I not informed of the rules and regulations but just thrust into the ranks as if I had been bought from a peddling shanghaier of human beings? How did I get involved in this big enterprise called actuality? Why should I be involved? Isn’t it a matter of choice? And if I am compelled to be involved, where is the manager? I have something to say about this. Is there no manager? To whom shall I make my complaint? ― Søren Kierkegaard